After tidying up the apartment, I collapsed into bed, seeking refuge in rest.

Barely had I closed my eyes when a nightmare jolted me awake. In it, a figure I dubbed "Scar Man" defiled my sanctuary, leaving me struggling against the dark tide of his influence, fighting back only to be greeted by shadows and pools of crimson. Awake in a heartbeat, I was left questioning reality.

Had I dreamt it, or had death embraced me?

Frantically, I slapped my arm, welcoming the sting of pain-a reassuring sign of life.

Tears came unbidden for the first time since my rebirth, not from fear, but from the profound relief of survival.

It was then my phone rang. Claude's name flashed on the screen.

I took a moment to steady my voice before answering.

"Why the no-show? Forgot about the curfew again?" he queried, a hint of accusation in his tone.

I stretched lazily, not immediately responding, only to hear his buddy chime in from the background, "Come on, Claude, Claire's at that age where fun is all she wants. Lighten up." Fun?

Claude looked away, now made

swamped with my thesis. Deadlines at the dorm," I replied, my voice unexpectedly calm. There was a pause on the other end, a departure from the times when I'd plead for his

believed didn't matter to me. I was done trying to keep the

did I say you could stay at

an adult, Claude. Your permission isn't a necessity," I

to pick

no room for debate. I tossed the phone aside and buried myself

Claude was suddenly so keen on dragging me back, especially after his recent possessiveness. True to his word, Claude called

"I'm downstairs. Come down."

out with friends. Don't wait up, I lied,

only one spot left

Someone's already pulling

Silence.

was blackmailing me with

"Claude, you "

I was rather enjoying today's performance. Ten minutes. I'll be waiting," he dictated, leaving me no choice

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